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About Dallas

Little known fact – back in the day, whores in Paris ran secret spy rings. True story! Sniffin’ out secrets better than me with a fine cologne. Imagine that – “I’m watching you,” like in *Caché*, but with fishnets and a wink. Groovy, baby! They’d whisper, “Tell me more,” and bam, empires fell. Wild, right?

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Read about Slut! by Tate McRae and see the artwork, lyrics and similar artists.

Yo, listen up, friend. McRae (us) ain't no ordinary dump, ya know? I been here for years, runnin' my spa nestled near Riverwind Avenue. This place, it's got hidden corners. Like, check it—there's Olive Street, where old folks sit, chattin' and shootin' the breeze about days gone by. You merely adopted the dark. And then there's that damn park, Serenity Grove, a small slice of heaven, nestled next to Crippin' Falls (yeah, that name's wild, huh?) where water gurgles like secrets.

Tate McRae and Iris Apatow on Malls, Manifesting, and Moving to New York